The team walked into the crowded bar, ready to have a night off. They had been working for two weeks straight, and Rossi had the idea to go out.
"It's really crowded." Reid gripped his bag tightly, looking around. Morgan put his hand on his shoulder.
"Come on, it will be fun." He said. Spencer nodded, and walked with the group as they sat at a table. Spencer sat beside Hotch and JJ, and Garcia sat beside Rossi and Morgan. Their newest member, Bill Williams, sat between Rossi and Hotch. Morgan went up to the bar to get drinks, and came back with glasses of alcohol.
"Got you the special ones, I think most of these are vodka." Reid gulped at that.
He wasn't good at getting drunk. He had only been drunk a few times, but when he did, he couldn't handle himself.
"Here, Reid." Morgan handed him an orange drink, and Reid took it, putting it in front of him.
He watched as the others chatted and sipped their drinks, as he fidgeted with his shirt sleeve. "Hey." Hotch whispered, looking at him.
Reid looked up.
"You okay?" He nodded.
"Just... I don't drink."
Hotch nodded.
"You don't have to."
Reid looked down at his drink. If he didn't drink it, they would think he was weak. He didn't want to be pestered about how he can't have fun, and how unsociable he is by Morgan. Spencer picked up the glass, chugging back. He felt the taste of vodka on his throat, but it wasn't that bad.
"Hey, Reid, chill." Morgan said, and Reid put the glass down.
He felt it in his stomach, and also in his head. He grinned, listening to the chatting around the table. Hopefully he could prove he could handle himself.
Reid laughed at a joke Morgan said, feeling the intoxication in his brain. "Hey, Reid, you good?" Garcia asked, grinning.
"Very good." Reid giggled.
He had four drinks with juice and vodka in it, and was feeling happy and giddy.
"Hey, can you take me shopping tomorrow? I need new clothes." Garcia smiled at Morgan, who smiled back.
"Anything for you, Penelope." Garcia laughed.
"Oh, shit!" JJ exclaimed, and they all looked at her.
"The bank closes at ten, Hotch can you take me? I totally forgot about it." Hotch nodded.
"Sure." He got up, and Spencer noticed his cup only had water in it. He thought he had been drinking, as he usually does when they go out.
The two walked out of the bar, and Morgan put his drink down.
"Well, I'm starting to get tired. How about you guys?" Rossi and Garcia nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, and if we're going shopping tomorrow, I wanna not be half asleep." Garcia said.
"Could you drop us off, Williams?" Morgan asked, and Bill nodded. "Yeah." They got up, and Spencer stumbled a bit.
He managed to walk to the car, without falling over. Morgan helped him in the backseat as he giggled. "Garcia, he's your problem." He said, laughing.
Reid buckled himself in as they drove out of the parking lot. The first stop was Garcia's, then Morgan's. Reid's house was farther away, and he felt bad that Bill had to drive him there.
"Sorry my house is so far." He said. "Not a problem." Bill said, and reached in between the front seats and grabbed a water bottle. "Water?" He asked, and Reid grabbed it.
"Thank you." He hadn't realized how thirsty he was.
He sipped the water as they drove, and he started to feel lightheaded. He knew he shouldn't have drank. He felt his eyes get heavy, and his head start to fall over. His vision became blurry as he fought to stay awake. He slowly fell unconscious, as a relaxing feeling went over his body.
He felt dizzy, as he tried to figure out where he was. His brain was foggy, and he heard noise around him. He groggily opened his eyes, his vision blurry. He saw a figure over him, and he started to panic. As his vision came more into focus, he saw that it was Bill.
"What are you-" Spencer felt his mouth get shut with a hand.
"Shut up." Bill said, and Spencer noticed he wasn't wearing any clothes.
He felt his breathing increase, and he fought to get away, but he couldn't.
"Please." He whimpered, and Bill pulled his hair back.
"You'll do as I say." He said, and Reid started to cry.
He felt him touching him, and it was horrible.
"No, no, please-" He was completely terrified and had no idea know what to do.
He cried out as he felt pain in his lower area and pushed Bill away. Bill grabbed Reid's arm, and Reid felt the pain radiate around where his hand was.
"You're going to stay quiet, aren't you?" Reid nodded.
Bill pushed himself inside Reid, and Reid couldn't help but cry out. He felt the pain go through his lower back.
"Please." He cried, and when he didn't stop hurting him, he put his head to the side.
It felt like hours of pain, and eventually, Reid passed out from exhaustion.
Reid groggily opened his eyes, and saw he was in his apartment. He noticed that he was on the couch, and he went to get up, realized his body ached. The night before started to come back to him, and as it did, Reid felt pain and sadness go through his body. Maybe it was a dream, he thought. He took of his shirt, and looked at his arm.
A purple bruise was there, and Reid felt tears go down his cheeks. He felt horrible, and disgusting. How could he have not fought him off? He pushed the tears away from his face, only to feel more come out of his eyes. He wanted to call someone, and tell them, but he was afraid.
They would call him weak, and get mad at him for what happened. Reid put his shirt back on, and wrapped his arms around himself. He was weak. He couldn't fight him off, and it was his fault he was hurt. Reid heard the sound of his phone ring, and he pulled it out of his pants to see it was Hotch. He pressed the button, trying to sound as normal as possible.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Reid, how are you feeling?"
"Fine."
"Are you feeling sick at all? You drank a lot last night."
"N-No."
"Are you okay?"
Reid couldn't hold it in, he wanted Hotch to hold him, to tell him he was okay.
"N-No." He let out a cry.
"I'm coming right over, okay?" Hotch said, concern in his voice.
"Alright." Reid felt relief that Hotch was coming over.
He was afraid to be alone in his apartment. A few minutes went by, and Reid heard a knock on his door.
"Come in." He said quietly, and Hotch walked in. He walked over to the couch, and sat down beside Reid.
"What's wrong?" Hotch put a hand on Reid's back, and Reid felt tears come out of his eyes again.
He wrapped his arms around Hotch, putting his head on his chest. He was trying not to cry, but it wasn't working. He cried into Hotch's chest, and Hotch rubbed his back.
"Hey, it's alright." Hotch said, and Reid felt happy that Hotch was holding him.
He wanted to tell him so bad, but he was afraid.
"What's wrong, Reid?" Reid shook his head.
"You can tell me, it's okay." Reid cried harder.
Bill would hurt him again if he told. "I-I can't." Reid said.
"Why not?" Hotch asked. Reid felt his breathing constrict and he couldn't breathe.
"Hey, deep breaths." Hotch pulled him back and rubbed his back as he emphasized his breathing.
Reid breathed in deeply, and out again. He felt himself calm down, and went back to Hotch.
"You can tell me, Reid." He said, and Reid heard the niceness and concern in his voice.
He took a deep breath. He wanted to tell him, it was just hard to get it out.
"I-I w-was hurt." Reid said, and Hotch paused rubbing his back. "How?" Reid began crying again. "H-He touched me, and hurt me and I tried to get him off but I couldn't, I-I'm sorry Hotch." Reid felt fear in what Hotch was going to do.
Was he going to tell him he was weak? Was he angry?
"Oh, Reid." Hotch hugged Reid tighter, and Reid cried into him. "Who hurt you?" Reid shook his head.
"Reid, tell me." Reid shook his head again.
"N-No! You'll get mad." He said.
"I won't get mad, I want to help you." Hotch said, and Reid knew he was being honest.
"I-It was Bill." Hotch pulled away from Spencer, confusion in his eyes.
"Williams?" Reid nodded.
He saw anger in Hotch's face, and he began to cry again.
"Are you mad?" Hotch's face softened.
"No, I'm mad at Bill for hurting you. I could never be mad at you." Hotch pulled Reid into him, rubbing his back.
Reid cried, feeling so happy Hotch wasn't mad.
"I didn't mean to. H-He put me in his apartment and I woke up and he was hurting me, and I-I couldn't get him off, I'm sorry Hotch." He felt so bad for letting Bill hurt him, he felt so weak.
"Reid, this was not your fault. He is going to be arrested, and put in jail. He won't hurt you again." Reid gasped.
"No! No, Hotch, you can't tell! He's going to hurt me, I can't- please, please, please, no." Reid started to hyperventilate. He pulled away from Hotch, and watched as Hotch gave him a worried look.
"Hey, breathe. It's alright, I won't let him hurt you. Breathe, buddy, breathe." Hotch was rubbing his back again, and Reid conscentrated on the sound of his voice, as he breathed in and out.
Hotch pulled him in again, and Reid began to feel drowsy. He felt so happy in Hotch's arms, and also happy that he wasn't mad at him. Reid slowly fell asleep, feeling happy.